Alone with my thoughts

Emotions swell within

the clock tick’s down

And life changes

Soon I leave this place

to go where

I don’t yet know

Alone I travel on

Anger words

are not to blame

Silent words

never spoken are.

The place that

Touched my soul

A place I

Called home

Our dream

Where our life

A vision inspired

I no longer am.


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Behind these eyes.

Behind these eyes.

Silent footsteps cross the wooden floor

Sitting at the window overlooking the lough

Whispering words , happy and sad,

whisper  from the walls of The Wee Place


Has a tear breaks, tracks slowly across my cheek

Swallows skim across the lough

Birds sing in the spring air

An empty chair, sits there.


Now dreams lie shattered

like cherry blossoms spilled by wind

Thoughts tumble like stormy clouds

Emotions hurt, I close the door.


Time goes forward, never back

When Memories fade and time slips by

No matter where my head rests

My dreams lie in Our Wee Place.



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Where to…

He looks at me from the dark

no thoughts, no feelings.

Just a hard gaze

burning into my eyes.

Sometimes on the road of life

Darkness stains the blood

Home sits an empty shell

no thoughts ,no feelings.

The dark hides the light

Light brings hope

hope is a new road,

when the dark fades

The dark is a mirror

I look at me from the dark

No thoughts, no feelings

Waiting for the dark to fade.





We stand on a hill top, watching the passing of time.

The world of change goes spinning pass

Vast forest of our ancestors, culled long ago,

Land naked for man to grow his food,

Or cleared to build his caves.

Soon no place left, for him to rest his soul,

Or clean the air, that’s life for him.

Upon this little hilltop,

There’s now just two of us.

Our leaves there are no more.

Thank you.

Below is a quote from John O’ Donohue. I was given a book many years back by this man and his writing awoke a spirit within me.

“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom


When you run your finger along the edge of time, feel the sharp blade slowly cut into the fabric of your life.
At a point it starts to hurt, blood of hurt flows from the wounds within. The mind races to catch the emotions, not wanting to lose what we call ours.
Thoughts used like a band aid, shores up the flow and hurt. We apply pressure to the wound, and fight to stop the lost, in case we release our inner emotions and lose who we think we are.
I put my foot on the path, but where will it take me. I run the edge of time across my body and release all to the earth. Watch has a new person steps forth and walks the path.
There is no birth, no death. Just a cycle.
With a open heart and compassion there can be no harm to the inner me. So with the suitcase of the past left behind and no suitcase to carry into the future, I’ll walk without I.



My spirit has been taken, lost and robbed in the night.
It drifts far from my heart, a soul in the sea of dead
Life on the road is empty, with no spirit at my side..
Life passes in darkness, with a heavy heart

Has the sky cries, its tears flow,
Like the path way off the spirit

Wind steers the spirits on their way.
I pass through a barren land,
Where the air is still and dry.

Then I meet a spirit who took me by the hand
Put her arms around me and lead me from this land
To feel the tears upon my face, the path at my feet.
Sun to replace the darkness, radiate’s my heart

I know not when I’ll meet again
She who saved me then,
Sun and moon my hand caresses
Oh spirit of my dreams.

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